Weeping demonstrates that Christ was indeed a true man, with real bodily functions (such as tears, sweat, blood, eating and drinking—note, for comparison, the emphasis laid on Jesus’ eating during the post-resurrection appearances). His emotions and reactions were real; Christ was not an illusion or spirit (seeDocetism). Pope Leo I referred to this passage when he discussed the two natures of Jesus: "In his humanity Jesus wept for Lazarus; in his divinity he raised him from the dead."

Although the bystanders interpreted his weeping to mean that Jesus was sorrowful for the fact that Lazarus had died (verse 36), Witness Lee considers this to be unreasonable, given Jesus’ intention to resurrect Lazarus. Lee argues instead that every person to whom Jesus talked in John 11 (his disciples, Martha, Mary, and the Jews) was blinded by their misconceptions. Thus he "groaned in his spirit" because even those who were closest to him failed to recognize that he was, as he declared in verse 26, "the resurrection and the life". Finally, at the graveside, he "wept in sympathy with their sorrow over Lazarus’s death".[5]

Closure.We hear this word most often in the matters of relationships. And then, most often in the matter of the ending of a relationship.
In the better sense, it could mean the satisfactory conclusion of a matter, with everyone involved feeling a distinct satisfaction that everything ended with everything understood, appreciated and agreed upon.

In the more painful sense, it means that even though a relationship ended without the agreement of one partner, that the aggrieved partner has a sense of comprehension, and can make some semblance of peace with the fact that the relationship is over.
But no closure is utter anguish. Some of us have been there. The not knowing, the not comprehending, the not understanding, the utter feeling of coming unmoored.
And slowly that hot rage rises. At having to be forced to accept a situation. That someone must certainly know how unbearably hard it is. That a calculation has been made to be indifferent to your screaming agony. And the waves of pain suddenly lash so much harder on the sharp, cutting rocks beneath.
From the day MH 370 vanished I cannot get the relatives of the passengers out of my mind.
I wonder what it must feel like. To just wait dumbly, rocking with agony and there is just no answer.
Just about every picture of the relatives shows them contorted in grief.
The human imagination runs wild at this point. You cannot control the pictures running through your brain. What were they doing? What was it like the last few moments? Were they conscious? Shouting? Screaming? Crying? Panic stricken?
And to have this screaming, writhing, hot agony happen for 14 days. More than 335 hours. More than 20,000 minutes.
It is an absolute miracle that no one has died from this. From the pictures we can see that many of the people are not young. Its a miracle. Not a single heart attack.
To know that 26 countries wielding the world’s best technologies have drawn a blank.
You have to be there to understand the blank disbelief that snowstorms your senses.
Spare a though for the relatives awaiting news.
Spare a prayer for them.

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